Blue-violet
dissolves into morning’s
shades of February gray
a backdrop
for skeletal trees
their buds-to-be
only a dream
Blue-violet
dissolves into morning’s
shades of February gray
a backdrop
for skeletal trees
their buds-to-be
only a dream
Cats are marvelous creatures,
With their soft fur and cute features.
They run and play with delight,
Bringing joy and happiness day and night.
Their eyes, so bright and filled with mystery,
Hold secrets of ancient feline history.
They curl up in a cozy spot to rest,
Dreaming of adventures, they’re truly blessed.
Their purrs are like a melody,
A gentle hum that brings tranquility.
They rub against your legs, so warm and sweet,
Claiming you as their human, a bond complete.
The goblins are a comin’
They’re traipsing up my walk
Some look mighty ghoulish
Speaking in such a gibberish
They have unearthly grins
Some I’m sure are aliens
There’s animals and ghastly insects
And humans with grotesques defects
Fairies dancing on the lawn
Even a cavorting little fawn
Do you think this is all a dream?
Of course not, it’s just Halloween!
Awaken My Soul
Guide my ever thought and deed
Comfort me in times of need
Set my course upon the sea
Lay my path in step with thee
Awaken My Soul
Do not leave me at the great abyss
Take me to the precipice
Let me glimpse your plan for me
Then shift your winds and set me free
Should I from grace dare fall
Give me a loud awaking call
Oh, to be a child again.
The ebb and flow of the days,
of the months…alas, of the years.
Soon it will be your turn, my precious one,
to take on the burdens and joys.
But for now, your life is soft and cuddly and protected.
Oh my child, my dear child.
If you could only remember these times,
Not only for the happenings,
but also for the feelings,
And deliver them to your own dear little ones.
Then the days and the months and the years will flow anew.
Oh, to be a child again.
Sun’s light spills
though glass panes,
their hardness nary a barrier,
shines on a dark newel post,
yet only for a moment,
then shifts, casts light
on a different part
of the banister,
leaving what once
was illuminated
to sit in shadow.
The days grow shorter, the nights so long,
An eerie hush, a mournful song.
The world seems frozen, devoid of life’s bloom,
A desolate landscape, shrouded in gloom.
In the stillness of winter, emotions run deep,
Loneliness overtakes , as hearts silently weep.
Memories of warmth and Summer fade away,
Leaving behind a longing for a bright and sunny day.
Grass in shades of green
Snowy fields sparkling sheen
Vault trees offering shade
Mountains giving way to mossy glade
Skies of blue and starry nights
Days of sun rays dancing bright
Morns of glistening dew
Noon’s of billowing drifting cloud
Earth made sweat by drops of rain
And hark to bird songs
I found a little garden in a corner of my mind
It was full of tiny flowers of every imaginable kind
I noticed little buttercups so fragile on the ground
And busy water lilies floated all around
Bold sunflowers seemed to grow straight up to the sky
While carefree, happy daisies were just a little shy
Thorny, velvet roses didn’t let me get too close
And silly, yellow daffodils made me laugh the most
I wondered to myself, “Who cares for these so dearly?”
Then I saw the gardeners so diligent but cheery
They worked all day nurturing their tiny baby plants
They watered, trimmed and chased away annoying little ants
Carefully they pulled the weeds that might harm their precious buds
Never noticing the prickly thorns, the insects or the mud
Then one day, much to all the gardeners dismay
There wasn’t any water and the soil had turned to clay
The gardeners watched helplessly as their little flowers fell
”Can’t someone help us?” “Who can we tell?”
Our daffodils and roses will never be what they could be
And our daisies and our buttercups might even die you see
But no one came with water and no one seemed to care
No one had the answer, it was almost too much to bear
Then I saw a teardrop fall from one of the gardener’s eyes
It splashed upon a tender buttercup just about to die
And the fragile little buttercup who drooped so very small
Began to stand up strong and beautiful and tall
I noticed all the gardeners had teardrops on their cheeks
And it began to look as if it had rained for weeks
Every daffodil and Daisy, every rose and buttercup
Every sunflower and lily started perking up
Soon the entire garden was glistening in the sun
And I began to realize the battle had been won
Was this what tears of anger and despair and fear could do?
Could this really happen? Could all of this be true?
Then I saw the joy on every gardener’s face
These were tears of love, of fear there was no trace
For when it was quite certain the gardeners should do no more
That’s when they so unselfishly gave more and more and more
The gift they gave was precious, one money could not buy
They gave so their little flowers could live and grow and thrive
Though they’ll receive no glory for all that they have done
All that really mattered was that they’d saved every one
Cloudless blue sky, day alive and bright,
Savagely altered into gray night.
A President calmly teaching his flock,
Innocence stolen before nine o’clock.
Towers almost touching the sky,
Cruelly felled as we wondered, “Why?”
Our people, though shattered by the vast devastation,
Were strengthened by Rudy’s determination.
Seeing our President, bullhorn in hand,
Inspired Americans to take a stand.
Old Glory waving proudly from cars East to West,
As our generation would be put to the test.
September Eleventh Two Thousand and One,
An ordinary day when it was begun,
But changed in an instant by that act of war,
When we were reminded freedom’s worth fighting for.